The Third Wheel

Sometimes I feel like
I'm the third wheel.
Maybe it's not true
But that's how I feel.
Maybe it is true and
I should accept it's real.
I should just fade away.
Away from all this
And give them the space.
Give them the bliss
They so badly need.
I hope they won't miss
Me when I'm gone.
After I've left
Them in peace, my pieces
Will scatter with no heft.
Will they miss me?
Will they feel bereft
Without me there?
But I'm just a smartphone
Connecting them yet splitting them
Afar through no fault of my own.
Maybe it's just me, maybe it's everyone
But this is the life of a smartphone.

A little poem (?) I wrote last night, just messing around, thinking of life in terms of objects; a smartphone in this case. Please do tell me what you think about this, it is kind of my first foray into poetry, so criticism is welcome.